Three Mothers Trilogy Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My mother? You… you’ve been in contact with people from my past?” “Only those who still have a conscience,” Dewangga said. “It turns out your mother left behind a small network your father and Vivian never knew about. They’re not helping you. They’re doing this because they hate what the Surya family did to her.” Davian fell silent. For the first time, he seemed at a loss for words. A week later, they arrived at a remote cottage on the slopes of northern Bali, surrounded by clove plantations whose scent brought an unfamiliar calm. It was the perfect hiding place.

My mother looked at me with a soft, trembling smile, her lips cracked, her face lined with exhaustion but still holding that endless warmth. Mathias was staring straight ahead, jaw clenched, already accepting whatever was coming. And Matthew—he didn’t even look at me. He Couldn’t. “I choose none of them,” I said, louder this time, the edge in my voice cutting through the silence. “I won’t play your sick games.” Morgan tilted her head slowly. “Oh? Is that so?” Before I could blink, she was gone. In a blur, she reappeared behind Matthew. Her hand clamped down on his skull—and with a sickening crack, light exploded from his body.

"'Goddess be praised, Rowan's spell is working. But we need one more. It is not enough yet.'" "Then, the third miscarriage. I hemorrhaged and was in a coma for three days. My mother stood in Isolde's room and said, 'It was worth it, my dear. You will definitely be able to conceive this time. Her useless bloodline has finally served its purpose.'" The chamber was dead silent. My mother stood frozen, her lips trembling, unable to utter a single word. My father's face went from pale to white, then to a sickly gray.

“Meaning you shall be mated three times in this lifetime.” “That’s nothing new,” I laughed. “I already have three mates.” “No, you don’t. The triplets are one. A cord with three strands is not counted as three, is it? It’s just one cord made of three braids.” “Speak to me plainly, Nana.” She sighed tiredly. “I need to rest. All this talking has taken my strength from me.” “I will not leave you alone until you explain these riddles to me.” “Ugh, Jade!” She grumbled. “You will have other mates apart from the triplets. More hardships are awaiting you… and your son. You will eventually find happiness, but it will come at a great cost. That’s all I know.”

This is the story of Motiesha, a natural yet complicated dark skinned woman who's life is about to change as she's drawn into places she can't escape with unfolding drama, action and comedic relief. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ★Please Enjoy★

Aunt Mo-Mo calls and Sage mounts the motorcycle, her hands coming to wrap around Beach's waist before giving her a reply. "To the beach!" She laughed at her cheap lie which was obvious her mother would never buy. She remembered her mother telling her that two of the triplets were both born without a womb so they would never birth their own children. Her mother actually thought it kind of her Uncle Lear who married all three sisters to make sure none would be shamed for barrenness and he also had all three of them swear an oath to never tell the children who their real mother is and to make sure the mothers shared the children and cared for them equally as they would their very own and that w

It was as if my problems with Luciano weren't going to be over anytime soon because my mother-in-law had her invited to my house _ Vivan dean; my husband's supposed friend who isn't his mistress.. My mom begged me to control myself and I only did that because I was pregnant, I would not want to do something stupid and that leads to me loosing my unborn child... "Hey! You good, please don't kill her?".. Shortly after my mom left, Luciano's Mom came and told me the same thing. I cannot believe they would imagine that I'll kill her : even though I want that so bad..

I didn’t think I would be able to survive losing one soul mate, let alone two. I already knew I was walking into that building, expecting not to walk out again. Telling Brodie I trusted Marcus was the truth, but the bit I left out was that I would be sending the triplets away as soon as we left. I couldn’t even know where he was taking them because if I did, my mother could pluck the memory from my mind. The prophecy spoke about mothers’ sacrifices and I would be another in a long line of mothers. Sacrificing themselves in favour of their children.

Three Months Later The late morning sun bathed the winding countryside road in golden light as Aaron drove their sleek black SUV along the private lane lined with ancient oak trees. Elara sat in the passenger seat, cradling their three-month-old son, Axel Reid Blackwood, against her chest. The baby was bundled in a soft blue blanket, his tiny fist curled around one of Elara’s fingers as he slept peacefully. At nine months pregnant with their first child, Elara had been radiant; now, as a new mother, her plus-sized body carried the beautiful evidence of motherhood—fuller curves, softer rolls, and a quiet strength that made Aaron fall in love with her all over again every single day.

Of course, she will definitely win this battle since she and my dads are on their way out the door. I hand the baby over carefully, and Mom just about instantly bursts into tears. “Oh, my Goddess,” she says. “How am I going to live without these babies around me?!” “By visiting,” Trisha says simply. “It’s not like I don’t have a whole castle here where you can stay for as long as you want.” “I wish I could stay now,” Mom says, tapping on Rosie’s puffy little cheeks with her finger as if they’re made of dough. “But we need to meet Matthew’s mate, and your fathers need to get back to business.”